Untitled-Chapter 1
"So what am I supposed to write?" I ask looking up into his hypnotizing eyes.
"Everything you feel comfortable talking about. It's your story on how we met to now and everything else in between" he smiled sweetly giving me that loving look he always gives me.
"I'd have to write about 5 novels to cover that much!" I exclaimed giggling.
"Then write 5 novels beautiful" he sweetly kissed the tip of my nose "I'll leave now so I don't distract you while you write, well I suppose it's type hey?" he cheekingly stated getting out of his chair.
"Hey! Aren't you forgetting something?" I pout, tilting my head back and looking at him.
He leans down and kisses me gently on the lips. To this day, every time we kiss, either passionately or a simple peck goodbye, it still feels like our first. As many people say, we're still in our 'honeymoon' stage, 4 years into our relationship.
I sigh as he walks away. Suppose I should start writing this book. I look at my computer screen thinking about where to start. What time is best for the start of this story? The day we met? Or how about when we first started dating? No, neither of them would work, it didn't have enough background information. I know, February 2012, just before I found out I was moving to Doncaster. I pulled out my journal from them. I was a crazy writer back then, still am now. Guess that's why I'm writing this book for everyone, because I love to write.
It was 6am, Monday morning. First day of school. My alarm goes off.
Baby you light up my world like nobody else
"Urghhhh" I roll over and pick my phone up, turn my alarm onto snooze and roll back over. I'm in 2 minds about today. It's my last first day of high school, ever. I'm so excited for year 12, but so scared all at the same time. I'm not looking forward to this first however, because my best friend Naks won't be there. Although she's 2 years younger than I am she's still my best friend. We get on like a house on fire. She'd been my next door neighbour for as long as I could remember and last month her parents moved to Sydney and she had to go with them. My last first day ever and I wouldn't get to spend it with my best friend.
I sighed and sat up. Better get ready I suppose, have a lot to do before heading for school. I climbed out of bed and found my gym clothes on the floor. I never actually go to the public gym. My Dad's a big fitness freak so we have our own home gym. I love it! I'm always in there if I'm frustrated or anything, it's where I release all my tension.
After working out for a good hour I walk downstairs to see my Mum in the kitchen making her famous pancakes.
"Oooo, going all out this morning Mum?" I smirk.
"Oh shut up you! This is your last first day ever; something to celebrate missy!" She states flipping the pancake in the pan.
I sit down at the breakfast bar as Mum puts my plate of pancakes in front of me. I never actually realised how hungry I was until I took the time to fully smell the pancakes. I scoffed down around 6 pancakes; damn still can't beat my record of 9. I finish getting ready for school putting the final touches to my school uniform on.
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My family was lucky enough to have money, I never took advantage of; I still worked part time so a lot of the stuff I owner, I brought myself.
I was halfway through my first day when Wendy, one of the office ladies, came into my class and asked me to go with her and take my books. I was curious; I never got called out of class, for any reason. I wasn't a high achiever but I wasn't a little shit either. I followed her up to the office where Mum was standing there, looking nervous and upset. I was totally confused. Today was supposed to be a good day! She was supposed to be getting the big promotion at work. She's a fashion designer by the way. She helped design and produce Alex Perry's collection. Alex loved my Mum and was always trying to help her get her ideas through his work. She was like his Two I C, it was pretty cool.
Mum told me to go get my stuff from my locker and to meet her out at the car. The drive home was long and silent. The suspense of what was going on nearly killed me. When we finally got home I saw Dad had come home early as well. This was getting too much.
"What the hell is going on?" I demanded walking through the front door to my home. It had been my home since I was born. We had lived in it for as long as I could remember. I grew up in this house, with my big sister Paris and little brother Mikey. Who might I add was home as well.
"I got the promotion today" Mum replied sadly.
"That's the only reason you took us out of school for then" my little brother looked disgusted. I don't think I'd ever seen him so happy to go to school, but apparently he was.
"No, no there's a catch to the promotion. Alana, I told you Alex was expanding right? Well he's been successful and he wants someone to run the scene over in the UK and he has asked me to move to Doncaster and be the leading designer in his UK collection" Mum replied. I could see how excited she was, her green eyes were sparkling. She had that glow around her.
"OH. MY. GOD. WE'RE MOVING TO ENGLAND? ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME MOTHER BECAUSE IF YOU ARE KIDDING I WILL KILL YOU!" I don't think I've ever been this happy in my whole life.
"There's more. It's not just your father, myself, Mikey and you that are going. Naks is as well" Mum grinned at me.
Just then Naks walked down the stairs. My excitement vanished the minute I saw her. She'd been crying, her eyes were big, red and puffy, her little nose was bright red and she had crumpled tissues in her hand.
"Mich…Michelle isn't my real Mum" she choked out.